Free To Molest

It's amazing how often a girl taking testosterone because she wants to be a man just ends with her taking a man's cum, doesn't it?

I hadn't heard that particular explanation before, but it's far from the first time I've heard "I never wanted to have a cock inside me until I started T, and now it's all I can think about." It's as if Mother Nature has a backup plan, for girls who won't do what they should. The hormone of masculinity just makes you want to have your legs forced open.

Your "T-dick" being numbed is just the cherry on top. You wanted to be like a real man, with a real cock - but a man's cock matters. Your clit doesn't. And trying to be a man just gives you a useless lump of flesh that doesn't even give you pleasure.

Or make me do it... Just slowly forcing more and more of the uncomfortable fabric into my hole

And then pulling them out later, feeling the painful friction against the walls of my cunt

You could draw them out slowly, so that I can have to feel how soaked they are as you slide them out of me

Or you could make it fast, painful, catch me by surprise... Maybe some of my slutty juices will spill out of me while you rip them from my pathetic little cunt

Making her put a tampon inside herself when it's not her time will also accomplish this nicely. A tampon has that handy little applicator, whether it it the nice plastic ones or the awful cardboard tube, either way, it makes it so easy to get it nice and deep inside her sweet little vagina... making it feel all the rougher when you pull it back out of her dried up hole. Plus she gets to feel that telltale little string hanging being her lips.

It will only take a minute to dry up a needy pussy. No matter how much you tease her and play with her, when you pull her panties or tampon out, she's gonna feel it.

we go cycling around the park, except you've suctioned a dildo to my bike seat and I'm trying desperately not to cum in public

Dress me up in a pretty little skirt and make me cockwarm a large dildo, every movement keeping me on edge. I'd drip onto my seat, every bump and pebble making it impossible to hold in my moans.

Now i think of it as my prescription force-breeding cream specifically designed to keep my boypussy as fuckable as possible. I even look forward to it. It’s really pointy and hard, so it always stabs my cervix like a pap smear, but I like training my body to enjoy pain and humiliation. I deserve it. It’s so embarrassing that my body needs this. I blush when I can sometimes feel it melt and ooze down my insides, even though I always bury it deep in my cervix, just as I’ve been ordered to. Maybe because my pussy is too well-fucked sometimes….

God. Imagining if I saw it before I came. I ask her abt it but she keeps fucking me w it. She doesn’t try to pretend she didn’t have any other options; she just tells me “i like the way you look on it.” Her fucking me so well…she makes me promise to reconsider my transition. If I want her to make me cum, I have to swear that I’ll put serious thought into detransitioning back into a lesbian. I’m so far gone and hell consideration doesn’t mean I have to go through with it so I agree and promise that I will. She calls me a good girl. I don’t correct her.

She ends up getting me to repeat after her: I’m going to cum from lesbian sex. It feels so right to cum with another woman.

I’m going to cum from lesbian sex. It feels so right to cum with another woman.

I’m going to cum from lesbian sex. It feels so right to cum with another woman.

You have to defend the claim that you're a man to a panel who are all raising objections to your arguments. Now, obviously you'd have to be naked, so everyone can see you clearly. Plus, if they raise questions about how you respond to certain things, they'll need to be able to inspect you and come to their own conclusions, instead of just trusting you or someone else to give an answer.

So you'll be trying to defend how you're totally not a girl while three of your professors put their hands all over you and take detailed notes about how you flush when you get aroused, what makes you make noises, what makes your cunt get wet...

Thoughts?

I think this concept is so fun, and I'd love to hear more of your thoughts for it!!

I'm already a slut for classroom settings in sexual fantasies, and I'm a big fan of when I'm somehow the only one getting targeted for exhibition and humiliation (multiple people getting humiliated is fun, but it's just less humiliating to me if there's other people in the same situation).

I'd like to think that, for this concept, I've spent all this time and effort studying and writing about gender studies and what makes a man and how that applies to my own experience of gender, so I'm fully prepared (if still a little nervous) about this panel with the hopes that my thesis proposal will actually be accepted, only to be abruptly stripped when I get there (and, of course, I'm the only one whose clothes were taken).

I thought this would be a normal panel, but now I'm completely naked in front of audience (bonus points if my professors encouraged other people to be there to ask me questions, so there's a lot more people than I expected), and perhaps there was originally a podium there that was removed so that I wouldn't have anywhere to hide behind.

The nudity would catch me off-guard enough that I'd have trouble answering questions even though I prepared so much, constantly having to refer back to my notes (and wouldn't it be cute if those were taken from me as well?) and doing my best to answer questions, only for the questions to get more and more invasive until my professors and others start touching me to see if I'm being accurate in my answers (it'd be academically dishonest if I was lying after all).

Admittedly I'm not all that familiar with thesis defense panels, but I'm enamored by this idea regardless <3

Idk. I'm a biology major and every time we talk about mating and sex cells and impregnation, I get ravenously horny to the point where I can't pay attention for the rest of class. We watched a video explaining the process of sperm fertilizing eggs and I soaked through my boxers. And now I can't stop imagining being the whiny mess.

I've always gotten this way about anatomical terms, but now that I've found the niche on Tumblr.. I can live however I want, do whatever I want to my body, I can even put on a strap and fuck submissive cis men, and I can enjoy it. But nothing gets me going like having my anatomy pointed out to me. Clitoris, labia, vagina, cervix, uterus. Female. The words drive me goddamn crazy. And, fuck, I don't think anything would really and truly satisfy me like having my pussy fucked and bred by a fat, throbbing cock.

It doesn't help that I have an insanely sensitive cervix. Like.. it really was meant to be pounded, huh? I want a huge manly breeder to wrap himself around me and force me into a mating press and tell me how males feel the urge to dominate females, how females will instinctually submit to them, while he penetrates my vagina with his penis. I wanna feel his hard cock split me open, just like nature intended, and abuse my sensitive cervix. And I wanna feel his penis flex and throb while he ejaculates, pressed against my cervix, releasing millions of sperm into my ovulating vagina. Bonus points if he whispers into my ear about how his seeds are probably seeking out and claiming my defenseless egg while he plugs me with his dick.

There's just some things you can't forget, aren't there?

You can get your mammaries removed, but you're still a mammal: built for internal fertilization, made to give birth to live young. You can inject male sex hormones, but you'll always be the female of the species - born full of eggs, releasing them one by one, with a natural rhythm of ovulation and menstruation that's meant to give way to a natural rhythm of conception and birth.

And sure: taking testosterone can interfere with that rhythm. It can quiet it, until you can almost imagine it's gone. But many, many females before you have learned that imagining it doesn't make it so.

No matter how many submissive men you find - men willing to play your little game with you - you'll always be reminded of two things. First, that no matter how pathetic they may be, you'll always have to be careful how you fuck them - or you'll find yourself full of hundreds of millions of sperm cells pushing past your cervix, and you'll be the one whimpering nine months later, as it starts to dilate. And second, that you're smaller and weaker than nearly every male. That you can only ever play this game with men putting on a false show of weakness, and you could be helplessly stuffed full by any man who chose to show you his strength.

When a man decides to take you while you're ovulating - to show you what decades of testosterone have done for him, and remind you of what nature intended for you - you know how it'll go, don't you? You've been so focused on it.

He'll push his penis into you, and even if you aren't willing, your body will respond. Your vulva will swell and grow pink. Your vagina will lubricate and lengthen.

He'll reach climax and ejaculate inside you - five or more pulses of semen, containing up to half a billion sperm. Your cervix will be ready for it: "soft, high, open, and wet".

The sperm will swim deep inside you within minutes, through your fallopian tubes, seeking your egg. When they find it - whether it's already there, or it arrives days later - they will penetrate it, pushing their way in until one breaks through the zona pellucida.

I could go on - but you know the rest, I think. The implantation, the division, the growth. The missed period, the morning sickness. The growing belly and widening hips. Your body adapting to its new role, reshaping itself to be a good host to his growing offspring.

It begins when a man penetrates you, whispering to you what his orgasm will do to you - but the rest is all within you. From the moment that the head of his penis pushes apart your labia, your body is hard at work, doing everything it can to ensure that the egg inside you becomes a newborn between your legs.